Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

At the entrance of Inter's training base.

After training, Barrera was the first to drive out.

"Why are these sub-reporters still squatting here, there is no end!"

He cursed, and despite the long gun and short cannon extended at him, the window did not open, and he left with a kick of the accelerator.

But the players who came out later were not so lucky.

They were blocked at the gate by journalists.

"Bastoni, De Bruyne's straight pass, just past your gap, caused Aguero's single knife, may I ask when you passed, were you a little distracted, which caused this goal to concede?"

"Excuse me, Eriksen, you played for Tottenham Hotspur in the Premier League for many years, and it stands to reason that you should be familiar with Manchester City's style of play, why did you hide in the first leg of the Champions League quarter-finals? Is it because Inter's teammates are not as good as your teammates at Tottenham?

"Dambu, wait a minute! Why didn't you get a cross in the last game, was this Conte's tactical arrangement, or were you restricted and couldn't pass the ball?

"Ashliyan, please wait!"

"Sanchez, you haven't appeared for a long time, I heard that you and Conte have a conflict, is this true? Will you be leaving Inter this summer? "

After the last defeat against Manchester City, journalists followed up

on them, tirelessly asking Inter players all kinds of nasty questions, and as soon as they caught a little bit of trouble, they added fuel and vinegar and immediately published articles.

After all, it was Inter's first defeat of the season!

After Ye Chen finished the day's training, standing on the terrace on the top of the apartment building, looking at the Meazza stadium in the distance, in the afterglow of the setting sun, the cement-colored outline gradually faded, blending with the golden sunset.

Phew....

He exhaled deeply.

What a depressing week!

Ye Chen originally thought that after the team's victory over league rivals Juventus, the morale of the whole team was high, and he could take advantage of this morale to win Manchester City.

But unexpectedly, the team was beaten without temper on the road, and was finally killed.

When Inter were unbeaten before, the local Italian media even shouted the slogan of Inter winning the Champions League undefeated this season.

But now that there is a defeat, some media have posted that infighting has broken out within the Inter team, and Conte has lost control of the dressing room....

Chasing the wind and creating gimmicks, but there is really a hand!

In addition, Ye Chen had a puzzled thing in his heart.

According to the mission of the Shaolin football system, the iron cloth shirt golden bell hood must win against 100 players in order to move up to the second level.

He remembers this task very well, so in the following matches, he deliberately increased the number of confrontations with his opponents.

Now that more than twenty big and small matches have passed, it stands to reason that Ye Chen has won more than 100 people.

But why hasn't the system upgraded the iron cloth shirt and the golden bell hood?

Ye Chen was puzzled.

After thinking about it, he decided to turn to Master Wu Neng.

Ye Chen sat cross-legged on the terrace in the afterglow of the setting sun.

A gentle evening breeze blew through, and Ye Chen smelled the sandalwood in the meditation room and entered the systematic meditation mode.

Boom!

Ye Chen fell into a piece of grass.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Xuanwu Lake not far away, and there was a sea of fire!

The sky-rushing fire dyed the sky red, as if the sun in the sky had fallen into the lake!

On the surface of the lake, there are no ripples for a long time, replaced by fire dragons swimming around under the wind.



Xuanwu Lake is full of fire!

Flames were flying in the sky, blood red and hazy in the line of sight, gray ash raised, and visibility was extremely low.

"Oops, Shaolin's Xuanwu Lake, why is it on fire?"

The hot heat wave hit, and beads of sweat instantly appeared on Ye Chen's forehead.

This bead of sweat was as hot as boiling water, burning Ye Chen's face for a while.

"Master Wuneng, Master Wuneng, where are you!"

Ye Chen couldn't care about the pain in his body and began to look for Master Wuneng .

In the past, as soon as I entered meditation mode, I could find Master Wu Neng, waiting for me with a smile.

However, Ye Chen searched on the shore for a while, and seeing the fire getting bigger and bigger, he didn't see Wu Neng's figure.

Just when Ye Chen was tired and his mouth was dry, a voice came from behind him.

"Ye Chen, I haven't seen you for many days, don't come here unharmed?"

Ye Chen turned his head sharply.

I saw that at the top of the stone pavilion behind him, Master Wuneng was like a sleeping Buddha, lying horizontally at the corner of the eaves, looking at him meaningfully.

"Master," Ye Chen saluted with both hands, "the disciple is busy with competitions these days, delaying his practice, and he also asks Master to punish. "

Ye Chen is indeed very busy these days, and he has much less time to meditate.

However, being busy with the game was only one of the reasons, and Ye Chen did not say anything about the other reasons.

Ye Chen felt that he didn't know why, in recent days, through the meditation mode, his level had improved very little.

In the past, after training the meditation mode, the values of passing and shooting accuracy could be positively improved by three or four points.

But now, exhausted to complete a meditation task, sometimes you can't improve a point.

Ye Chen felt that it was not cost-effective, so he rarely went to Master Wuneng to meditate.

After signing up as Mendes' agent, there were more advertising entertainments and a lot of time.

After gradually growing into Inter's number one star, Ye Chen attended many commercial publicities and public welfare publicity of the club.

Therefore, the time that Ye Chen could use in meditation mode in his free time was further compressed.

"Well, if you can come."

Master Wu Neng was noncommittal and did not say more.

Ye Chen stood under the stone pavilion and looked up at Wu Neng, who slept in the corner of the eaves.

"Master, why is the fire spreading in Xuanwu Lake? The disciple was stupid, and it was unimaginable that the cause of the fire on the lake was incredible. The

Wuneng Martial Monk turned his head slightly, glanced at the flaming Xuanwu Lake, and then turned over and landed on the ground.

Ye Chen was sweating profusely from the fire, his face was red, and his clothes were already soaked and stuck to his back.

However, he noticed that although Master Wu Neng's upper body was naked, his face was calm, his face and body were clean, and not a single drop of sweat was left.

"Do you have any other questions?"

Wu Neng did not answer Ye Chen's question head-on.

Ye Chen hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "

The disciple has a question in his heart."

"Recently, the disciple lost a very important match, and he was depressed in his heart, and he thought that after the iron cloth shirt golden bell hood was upgraded, he would borrow new skills to improve his ability and defeat his opponent."

"However, I have obviously completed the task of upgrading, but I have not seen feedback, and today I specially came to ask Master Wu Neng, and also asked Master to give guidance to the disciples!"

Saying that, Ye Chen clasped his hands together, bent down towards Wu Neng, and performed a deep Buddhist salute.

Gouneng's angular and resolute face shows a hint of family love.

He stretched out his finger to the burning Xuanwu Lake in the distance:

"Ye Chen, Xuanwu Lake is on fire, give you a task, put out the fire, and keep me safe in Shaolin."